There are a million other things I should be doing...
Reading my old livejournal affords me a great deal of hilariosity.
I don't know if the fact that I can still hear myself talking in the words I wrote makes me a good writer or just an inability to let go.
I am still a master at procrastination.
I've been sitting here in the library, with my chem book, notebook and a calculator.
And yet I still have only section 1.4 read and none of the problems done.
I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing for psych.
I miss Bryan.
I need some kind of motivation to get my work done rather than reading this God awful Jodi Picoult book,
And at some point I should do something to reduce my saturated fat retention.
As well as do something about birth control.
Fuck.
haaaaaaaaaaaaaa no pun intended.
It makes me laugh that a year ago I was still so....
ok, fine.
Pure.
Now look at me.
For crying out loud.